My Seatmate is Apparently My Wife from My Past Life; She Still Loves Me in This Life as Well

Golden Week.

It is a slightly longer holiday given only to those who have survived April, a month full of changes, as it is sung about as the season of encounters and farewells.

It is an event familiar to everyone, and there is probably no one who dislikes it unless you really search. Of course, as an ordinary student, I am no exception, but I was still troubled about how to spend it.

Having plenty of free time means you are asked how to use it well. Spending all day sleeping isn’t bad, but that’s good because you do it occasionally, and wasting the entire holiday that way is somewhat more than just a waste.

It’s not that I want any special memories, but I don’t want to have the impression that I wasted it. In any case, I want to do something that I can look back on and think I spent it meaningfully.

Just as I was thinking such very ordinary thoughts that everyone has, I was handed a ticket that, despite being just a piece of paper, seemed to have more weight.

Not wanting to lose it, I put it in my wallet for the time being, but it felt like it was weighing down my mood in sync with the heavy feeling it gave me.

I want to throw it away… Tear it up and shoot it into the trash can…!

Because I am not very familiar with geography, I had no idea where the destination was, and the fact that the date was on the first day of Golden Week felt like an indescribable pressure.

It’s true that I wanted to have a bit of fun, but I didn’t particularly want to travel far, and I definitely didn’t want to get caught up in such a suspicious situation.

When I sighed, Kamidama Kagari, who was sitting next to me, tilted her head and looked at me as if to ask, “What’s wrong?”

I shook my head and told her it was nothing, then rested my chin in my hand and looked out the window—the location was already away from the café and back at school. Even before the holidays, the classes were the same as always.

Our homeroom teacher, Mr. Takatsuki Natsuki, was giving a modern literature lesson.

However, the atmosphere in the classroom seemed somewhat buoyant. After all, it’s right before the holidays. Unlike me, my classmates who have more friends are probably much more excited than I am.

Instead of thinking about what to do, they must be considering what they want to do and planning various activities. It’s enviable, really. No, actually, it’s jealous-making. Wait, that’s not much different, is it…

While quietly lamenting my own small-mindedness, I thought about what to do. I hadn’t yet told Kamidama about the ticket.

After worrying about how to tell her, I ended up pushing it onto my future self. As a result, even in today’s last class, I still hadn’t talked about it. I guess postponing it too much made me unusually nervous.

Clearly, the right thing to do was to talk early and fill Kamidama’s schedule first… I seem to be repeating myself, but Kamidama is very popular at school.

She’s like a flower on a high peak, the class’s Madonna, and the school’s idol—a beautiful girl often described in such terms.

For someone like her, having an empty schedule during the holidays is unthinkable. Her schedule should be packed until the end of the break—hmm? If I think about it, isn’t it already too late…?

This is a problem… Well, if I had bought the ticket myself, I wouldn’t mind wasting it, but that’s not the case, so it’s troubling.

I can’t help but feel an unnecessary sense of obligation.

Damn it, I’m actually quite neurotic…!

I wish they wouldn’t stress me out too much, or my heart will break.

“Okay, thank you. Next… yes, the idiot over there. I mean, the idiot Nagiura. Read aloud, please.”

“Okay… huh? Wait a minute? Didn’t you just call me an idiot? It’s not good to insult people out of context, you know, teacher.”

“Oh dear, I have no idea what you’re talking about~”

“This damn teacher…!”

I really wanted to question why she wrote “idiot” and read it as “Nagiura,” but feeling the piercing stares of my classmates, I obediently started reading.

Attention is my weakness. If it came with side comments, I would collapse on the spot.

I even heard whispers like, “He’s got Mr. Takatsuki wrapped around his finger…” which almost made me look up at the ceiling. What do they mean by “wrapped around his finger”? That’s such a malicious rumor.

Clearly, there were defamatory rumors spreading without my knowledge. I vowed once again to settle this debt someday and read to the designated part.

As I did, the end-of-class chime overlapped with the typical “Thank you,” signaling the end of the lesson.

The tense atmosphere of the class eased.

Mr. Takatsuki looked like he wanted to finish something but immediately decided, “Well, that’s fine,” and moved on to homeroom.

Typically, Mr. Takatsuki’s homeroom sessions are short. He just communicates the necessary information, then it’s over.

The dismissal call echoed, marking the end of today’s tasks. Although there’s still club activities left, there’s almost nothing to do.

Even unlocking the doors was already done. After more than three weeks, it’s no surprise it was finished.

Not that there was absolutely nothing, but that’s a story for another time.

I wanted to quickly talk to Kamidama, but as usual, she was surrounded by classmates.

I heard snippets of conversation about plans for tomorrow, which made me a bit anxious, and…

“Nagiura! We need to talk later, so you’d better come quickly.”

That almost threatening remark came at the same time.

I’m torn between wanting to secure Kamidama’s schedule and wanting to quickly follow Mr. Takatsuki’s orders, feeling like I’m dealing with a Darkrai.

Feeling pointlessly flustered, I impulsively took Kamidama’s hand.

“Kamidama!”

“Huh? Uraku? What is it—”

“Keep tomorrow open. Got it?”

“Y-yes…”

Seeing Kamidama’s rare blush, I nodded and headed towards Mr. Takatsuki.

Then Mr. Takatsuki sighed and said,

“You really are like that, aren’t you…”

Hey, what do you mean by that?